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Saturday, August 12, 2017

Tristan Todorov, formerly one of the best scholars at the legendary and
sinister Scholomance school of magic, was cast out and now travels alone
through Eastern Europe offering discreet services as an unlicensed magician. In
a luxurious hotel in Prague
where he’s been invited to investigate a suspicious series of suicides, he’s
about to meet someone who will make him remember the darkest secret of his
past. Will a night of lust soothe Tristan—or will it stir up something evil and
dangerous, something he’s tried so desperately to forget?

Excerpt

Jarek slid off the
bed, the coverlet still loosely draped over his shoulders and trailing behind
him like a king’s cloak. In the gap between the folds, Tristan could see everything
he wanted to.

“Don’t move,” Jarek
told him softly. “Keep your hands to your sides.”

And Tristan obeyed.

“Interesting,” Jarek
mused, trailing a finger along his collarbone.

Tristan sucked in a
deep shuddering breath, but stayed still. It felt odd, letting this happen.
Jarek slipped his hand lower, casually brushed it across Tristan’s perked
nipple on the way, and then traced a path down his chest and over the muscles
of his abdomen. Tristan’s abs went taut at the feather light touch, and Jarek
laughed quietly.

“Sensitive.” He stated
the obvious. He let the coverlet slip from his shoulders—an effortlessly
seductive gesture, probably well-practiced. A slow, crooked smile made the
expression on Jarek’s face all the more lascivious, which was most certainly
the intention. “I think I know what you need.”

Tristan looked down
pointedly and then up, with a hint of sarcasm. “Well, that’s kind of apparent.”

He still felt nervous,
but not as much as when he’d thought of being pitied or rejected.

Jarek quirked an
eyebrow at him. “Is it? Hmm. We’ll definitely come to that, but why rush things? I’m here to take care of your
wishes, even the ones you’re not sure you have. Why not try something new,
something unusual?” He leaned in, very close, and Tristan felt Jarek’s warm
breath on his lips when he whispered, “Just let me take control for a while,
and you’ll see how good I can make you feel.”

The next moment, Jarek
backed off, to Tristan’s disappointment, but maintained eye contact, and
Tristan felt unable to look away, as if mesmerized. The tips of Jarek’s fingers
now rested lightly on his hipbones, almost where Tristan wanted them most but
not moving closer.

“Say yes,” Jarek
coaxed him in a low voice. “Say you give in to me tonight. It’s easy, giving
in.”

“Yes,” Tristan
breathed out, not sure what he’s agreeing to and not caring in the least.